I know my darling friends.
Have been run off my gluteus maximus with work, studying, husband and son's birthdays, illness and the like.
Mum and Dad threw a bombshell at us last week.
They have decided to move to the Sunshine Coast too.
Talk about gooseberrying our escape!!
Work is fucken great. I love it.
Everyone swears and takes the piss and my boss is brilliant, let's me take off 2 hours on a Monday to go to counselling. Just brill.
Study is getting done although have really burnt the candle at both ends and have decided to take a new approach. I have been doing it at night and sometimes am not getting to bed until after midnight. Sex life is nil. Communication is nil. Sleep is near to nil.
So I take a new approach soon. I am determined to be a naturopath one day - if it kills me.
I think Blair is a bit depressed. I think he is feeling isolated at home. This may not be true but it's what I think.
I'm loving the routine of working.
Blair watches Dr Phil.
Love you all.